Fighting back tears, she opened her mouth to show her daddy, desperately fighting her gag reflex. He pointed to the toilet bowl again. Get a chunk thi...s time, he said, stroking his cock faster and faster, watching his daughter intently. She turned and used her already shit-covered hands to fish for a decent-sized piece of shit. Finding one that wasnt too big but hopefully big enough to make her daddy happy, she scooped it out along with a bit of the mess. She turned back, and poured it into her. She barely gave me a split second to focus on the hungry look in her eyes and the thought that I could feel her breath on my lips and would potentially feel a lot more than just her breath if I leaned forward just a bit. Her finger darted between my inner folds, collected its reward and withdrew. Split second: gone. Hungry eyes look: forgotten. Thought of kissing her: the boat sailed on that. The only thing in my mind was the regret over not having the reflex to contract my muscles to keep her. Then he climbed on the bed and he straddled her for a few seconds and sat there looking at her. It seemed like an eternity. Moving his body to lean over her, she felt his hardness on her breast and then his ice-cold hands grabbed her breast and squeezed her nipples. The sensation was invigorating the combination of the cold and the aching between her legs. Her nipples had always been so sensitive and this was excruciating, but good in a weird way. As he previously instructed, she continued to. I sneaked into my room and I found out that silhouetted body of my wife is lying on her back, with both of her legs spread. I lost my head and rapidly I undressed myself and when naked, applied some body oil on my already hardened dick and cautiously crawled over her. Then I slowly stretched my hand and started to roll up her sari up to her hips.Now her pussy was exposed to me. I lowered myself and holding my cock at its shaft I slowly pushed my cock into the canal right towards the pussy and.